|Queen of the Sands|
|Start||Talk to Irasha|
|Objective||Kill Shakari at The Oasis.|
|Completion||Talk to Irasha|
Visit the Vastiri Desert, and note that you can't get through the sandstorm to the Oasis.
Sin: In the Maraketh desert, an Oasis lies to the east, its waters shielded from prying eyes by a preternatural storm. The sand will rip the very flesh from your bones, should you be so foolish as to enter into its dark shroud. Yet, enter you must.
The goddess Shakari hides within that golden blizzard, festering with revenge as she resurrects and rebuilds her ancient army - an army that once threatened to shake the very balance of these lands.
Should she be allowed to revitalise her troops, the whole of Maraketh will finally fall under the cruelty of her selfish reign. The storm is impenetrable for now, even to the likes of me, but there must be a way in.
These Highgate locals, they have an affinity for the desert and harsh weather. One of them may know of a way to disperse the storm.
Irasha: When I received my first flower of blood, I was given to the ritual of womanhood. All young Maraketh women have to dance with the scorpion, to prove themselves worthy of carrying the dekhara's spear.
It is no easy task, to catch a black Maraketh Scorpion. Their tails are swift, their stingers sharp, their poison lethal. I made my way through the trial unscathed, but my sister... We shared a womb, came into this world together. She left it, thrashing and a foaming at the mouth.
Since that day, I have slept with one eye open, for fear of the scorpion's sting. And now Shakari, the mother of all black bugs rises from the sands!
Find that scuttling bitch and kill her for me... and for every child, every little girl who has suffered and died by the barb of her countless poisoned tails.
Petarus: Well, it took some time, but thanks to our Maraketh neighbors...
Vanja: ...and their ancient traditions...
Petarus: ...We managed a strain of thaumaturgy, to remove the storm from Garukhan's blade.
Vanja: We even bottled it for safekeeping.
Petarus: We'd rather not trust anyone with this sort of power, but perhaps you can use it to clear away that sandstorm in the desert?
Vanja: Find out what sort of nasties are hiding out there in the desert and put a stop to them!
Sin: A mother's keen heart shall bleed into the dreams of her daughter. Once a beauty who held captive the hearts of men and women alike, Shakari's splendor decayed into lust...for the power possessed by her skyborn mother.
My daughter once sought out such power within the great sands or this desert. Ever determined, she found it, and it made of her the twisted creature you so mercifully dispatched.
Driven by agony and shame, she built an army out here in these sweltering lands and would have conquered the very sky had not the Beast soothed her into peaceful oblivion. A babe once more sleeping in her cradle.
I suppose it's fitting that the teacher has learned that mortal lesson for herself. Our whole lives, we have lived for the blessings of our goddesses, yet here they are, in the flesh, proving to us that they are only monsters.
Please, let me reward you for your efforts.
|Queen of the Sands|
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Bottled StormBottled Storm"One should not entice the storm; one cannot invite the storm, or give warrant
to its tyrant-soul. We survive only by appeasing the storm, with gifts and
offerings of adoration. We hope that, in its mercy, it shall pass us by."
- Tempestology of the Maraketh, Repudion IV